Pull-Ups

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Look! A quest! 

Yes indeed, I have a new quest.  At the end of our paddling season, Coach mentioned at that one of the simplest fitness tests is the almighty pull-up.  (She may have even mentioned that 12 (!!) reps was a good number to shoot for.)

Ladies and gentleman, even after that fabulous season of paddling, I have never once in my life been able to do a pull-up.  I realized, however, that I had also never intentionally tried to change that fact.

Thus, my mission was clear, and many of my teammates have enthusiastically accepted the challenge.  I have given myself the personal goal of being able to do 3 pull-ups by Christmas.  

For the past month or so I have been walking from my place of employment to a local park, where my foe awaits me: the bar.  I guess technically it’s a set of monkey bars, but they do the trick none the less. 

The first week, no matter how hard I strained, squeaked, or ached - no matter how enthusiastically the toddlers scurrying about the playground cheered, I left in defeat.

That is, until today.

It took about a month, but my silly chinny-chin-chin can finally crest that metallic threshold.  

Once.  

With great effort.

As of this weekend, I am also armed with a bar of my own.  We set it up in our office doorway, so before I take a shower, after I take a shower, any time I feed the cat, or anytime I’m home and think about it, I can try my luck with our own personal torture unit.  Chris has been getting some good use out of it as well, which has been fun to see.

I will keep everyone posted on my progress.

(Someone mentioned my last cartoon was not up to date on my hairstyle.  Hopefully Captain Accuracy is happy now.)